


I'll Protect You

by IronWoman359



Series: Sanders Sides Mario AU (created by @sugarglider9603 on tumblr) [3]
Category: Sanders Sides (Web Series), Super Mario & Related Fandoms
Genre: Attempted Forced Marriage; it doesn't go through, Forced Marriage, Kidnapping, M/M, Non-Graphic Violence, Villain Deceit Sanders
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2019-01-25
Updated: 2019-01-25
Packaged: 2019-10-15 22:03:37
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 1
Words: 4,616
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17537117
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/IronWoman359/pseuds/IronWoman359
Summary: Roman must go on a quest to protect his kingdom from a new threat, and Virgil insists on accompanying him for protection. But will what they have to face be more than even the two of them together can handle?





	I'll Protect You

**Author's Note:**

> Nothing cures my writer's block like @sugarglider9603's mario au, so have another fic for it! I've been sort of stuck with my writing lately, but this was super fun to do, so I hope you enjoy it!

Sometimes, Roman wondered how he had managed to fall in love with somebody so stubborn. 

“I’m coming with you.” 

“Absolutely not.” 

“If you’re going, I’m going too!”  

Roman sighed as he turned away to pull his armor on over his regular orange tunic. There were reports of a piranha-plant attack at the edge of his kingdom;  something that ordinarily would not be too difficult to handle, but people were saying this particular piranha-plant attacking was like nothing anyone had ever seen. It was stampeding through his kingdom, and so far no one had been able to stop it. Roman had decreed that he would go confront the beast, but Virgil was adamant that he not go unless he had extra protection. 

Unfortunately, Virgil was also insisting that _he_  be that extra protection, and Roman was having none of it. 

“I am a prince, I can order you to stay behind.”  

“Oh yeah?” Virgil countered. “Well I’m your boyfriend.”  

“What’s that got to do with anything?”  

“It’s my job to protect you, dumb-ass!”  

“And what do you think  _my_ job is then?” Roman asked, his voice rising in volume as he spun around to meet Virgil’s eyes. “I am the  _prince_  of this kingdom! It’s my job to protect everyone in it, and that  _includes_ you. So there’s now way in  _hell_  I’m letting you follow me out there to face who knows what kind of danger!”

Virgil shrank back from the outburst, and a wave of guilt instantly washed over Roman, quenching whatever flames of anger had been building in his stomach. 

“Oh, I’m sorry my Stormcloud,” Roman sighed and pulled Virgil into a hug. “I didn’t mean to shout at you.” He kissed the top of Virgil’s head, and the two stayed like that for a moment, just existing in one another’s space.  

After a moment Roman shifted, cupping Virgil’s face and staring into his eyes.

“Virgil, please,” he pleaded. “I can’t let you go. It’s going to be dangerous.”  

“I know,” Virgil said softly, placing his hand over Roman’s, meeting his gaze steadily. “That’s why  _I_  won’t let  _you_  go alone.”  

Roman sighed, but he was smiling as he said “You’re not going to give up, are you?” 

“Nope.” Virgil shook his head. “Sorry.” 

“Don’t be sorry,” Roman said, and he kissed the top of Virgil’s head again. “It’s one of the things I love about you.” 

———

When the two of them reached the part of Sarasaland that had reported the disturbance, it was immediately obvious that no, this was not an ordinary piranha-plant attack. The plant in question was  _huge,_  towering higher than Roman or Virgil had ever seen, and its bulbous head was lined with yellow flower petals. Unlike most piranha-plants, it had actual limbs, and somehow the large leaves that acted as its arms also functioned as wings, allowing the creature to move about freely and wreak as much havoc as it pleased. 

“Well, this can’t get any more bizarre,” Roman commented as he and Virgil stared up at the monster flying back and forth through the town. The creature promptly opened its mouth and hacked up a massive ball of some kind of sludge. The goop splatted against a house, whose occupants had already begun to flee, and before you could even blink the structure was swallowed up by the brown muck. 

“You just had to say that, didn’t you Princey?” Virgil asked with a roll of his eyes.  

Roman was about to tease back, but then his eyes widened and he grabbed Virgil and jumped away, just as another ball of goop landed where they were standing moments before.

“You got a plan?” Virgil grunted as he pushed himself to his feet. Roman stared up at the creature, who was preparing to hack up another projectile.  

“We can’t fight it when it’s in the air,” he began, then he and Virgil leapt away from each other as the sludge ball came hurtling towards them. “We need to draw it down somehow!” Roman shouted, and he saw Virgil nod.  

“Be ready!” the plumber called, and before Roman could ask why, Virgil took off running, heading straight for the garden wall of one of the nearby houses. 

In one fluid motion, he jumped and pulled himself up on top of the wall, then used the height from the wall to leap onto the roof of the house. Roman’s eyes went wide again as he saw Virgil run along the rooftop towards the plant, and he drew his sword, preparing to strike. Virgil flew into the air and crashed into the back of the piranha-plant’s head, sending the two of them careening down to the ground.

Roman dashed forward as soon as he had an opening, slashing with his sword. The monster let out a deafening screech as the sword sliced through its vines, but Roman had little time to celebrate. The creature hacked up another mass of sludge, and this time when it connected with the ground, a smaller piranha-plant sprouted up, spitting fireballs at him. Roman rolled away, but then Virgil’s thick soled boots connected with the plant, effectively squashing it. The two shared a quick glance, an unspoken “you okay?” flashing between them before the giant piranha-plant roared again and the two turned back towards the battle.  

They traded blows with the monster for what felt like ages, but the giant plant never seemed to tire, no matter how many fireballs Virgil lobbed at it or how many strikes Roman got in with his sword. The two of them, meanwhile, were running low on stamina. Virgil was down to his last few powerups, and Roman was finding it harder and harder to keep his sword raised.

“How much punishment can this thing take?” Virgil asked, panting as he dodged another swipe of the plant’s massive head.

The creature, when grounded, seemed to attack mostly by either spitting goop or just swinging it’s bulbous head around like a club, though it also could send a tornado of air careening towards its opponents with just a swipe of its leaves. The town square they were fighting in had been reduced to a battleground of toxic sludge and stone rubble, and it was becoming more and more difficult to maneuver away from the plant’s attacks. 

“Too much!” Roman growled, before letting out a gasp and ducking, narrowly avoiding the chunk of stone that had been flying towards his head, courtesy of another tornado. Suddenly, a new sound filled the air, distinct above his own heavy breathing and the grunts and snorts of their piranha-plant foe; a sound he was all too familiar with.  

It was the sound of an airship’s propellers. 

Virgil heard it too, and he cursed under his breath as the two looked up to see Bowceit’s ship hovering above them.  

“Are you  _still_  fighting him? How haven’t you won by now?” Bowceit sounded furious, and before either Roman or Virgil could work out what he meant, the piranha-plant tilted his head upwards and let out a frustrated roar.  

“Are you KIDDING me?” Bowceit cried. “That damn plumber, I-”  

“Of course,” Roman spat through gritted teeth as Bowceit continued to scream and shout. “I should have known this was one of his tricks.”

“Roman…” Virgil’s voice was tight, on edge, and when Roman turned to look at him he saw that his love’s eyes were growing wide with panic. Roman looked back towards the airship, which was lowering rope ladders crawling with Bowceit’s minions down towards them. Roman knew what Virgil was thinking, the same thought was flashing through his own mind, though he was trying hard to ignore it.  

_There’s no way we can win this._  

Roman opened his mouth to give some empty reassurance, but before he could speak he heard Bowceit shout “ _aim for the plumber!”_ followed by the bang of the airship canons. 

“Virgil!” Roman cried desperately, running towards his boyfriend and raising his sword before he had time to really think. He swung at the incoming bullet bill, knocking it out of its path straight for Virgil’s head, but the force of the missile was stronger than he’d anticipated and he cried out, his sword falling to the ground as pain exploded up his shoulder.  

“Roman!” Virgil gasped, dropping to his side. 

“I’m fine, Roman grunted, though truth be told, he was not fine. He’d been pushed down to one knee, and his weapon lay on the ground next to him, useless.  

“You’re  _not_ ,” Virgil protested, then shook his head as he inspected Roman’s shoulder. “That was a pretty stupid move there, Princey.”  

“It’s fine,” Roman said again, but then Virgil cried out and pushed him to the ground as another bullet bill went over their heads. Roman hissed in pain, and Virgil gave him a pointed look.

 “Okay, okay,” he conceded, between gasps for breath. “Maybe it wasn’t the… _best_  strategic move. But I had to protect you.” Virgil’s expression softened for a moment, then they both ducked again as yet another missile from Bowceit’s airship narrowly missed the huddled pair. 

“We need to get out of here,” Virgil said, trying to help Roman stand up, but Roman waved him off. 

“ _You_ need to get out of here. I’d only slow you down.”  

“Are you insane?” Virgil cried. “We have to stick together.”  

“Virgil,” Roman argued, a pained look in his eyes. “It’s me he’s after, not you.  Please, just go.” 

“I. Am not.  _Leaving_ you,” Virgil insisted, and he hauled the prince up to his feet. He wore a fierce, determined expression, and Roman found that he was too tired to protest any further.

They turned to run, but before they could move, the piranha-plant let out an ear-splitting roar, landing in front of them with an earth-shaking thud. The two were thrown back to the ground a few feet apart from each other, and when Roman looked up he found that he was almost directly in front of the monster. It twisted back, about to unleash one final attack, and Roman braced himself for the worst. 

But instead of a rush of air or a ball of sludge, he felt warm, familiar hands grasp his shoulders, and for one split second Virgil filled his entire field of vision. Then, he was practically lifted off the ground and thrown out of the way of their enemy’s attack. He landed, rather ungracefully, at the perfect angle to see the piranha-plant’s head whip around towards Virgil. 

Roman screamed, but it was all he could do as the blow that was meant for him sent his love flying backwards. Virgil landed hard against a pile of rubble, then went still, the tiniest trickle of blood coming from his hairline. 

“Virgil!” Roman screamed again, desperately scrambling to his feet. He started to run towards his fallen partner, but a growing heat behind him made him turn and he narrowly dodged a fireball from the advancing army of Bowceit’s minions.  

Roman glanced around him as he dodged a second attack, and he grimaced. His sword was too far away to reach, and with his already injured shoulder, fighting his way through the army of enemies would not be easy. Roman glanced behind him at Virgil’s motionless form, and something in his stomach steeled. He could keep fighting. He  _had_ to, because he didn’t have any other choice. He turned back towards the swarm of Bowceit’s minions and clenched his fists. 

He started to fight, but with every swing he felt his spirits diminish more and more. Ordinarily, this many enemies wouldn’t be a problem for him, but he was already exhausted, injured, and without any form of weapon. The only thing that kept him going was the thought of Virgil laying helpless behind him, but not even that was enough to keep him from being knocked down to his hands and knees after taking out only a few enemies. 

He started to push himself to stand again, but then Bowceit’s booming voice filled his ears. 

“I  _really_  wouldn’t do that if I were you, Prince Roman.”  

Roman laughed bitterly, wiping a trickle of blood away from his freshly split lip. 

“Oh?” he asked, as he staggered to his feet. “And why is that?”  

“See for yourself,” Bowceit crooned, and something in his tone made Roman look up. When he did, he cried out and stepped forward, but Bowceit lifted a finger and the Kamek Koopa that was levitating Virgil’s limp body made a motion with their wand as if to drop him off the airship.  

Roman froze, gritting his teeth and clenching his fists, his eyes fixed on Virgil the entire time.  

“There’s a good little prince,” Bowceit chuckled. “I must say, I hadn’t expected him to be here with you. I’d rather counted on you coming to defeat old Petey Piranha by yourself, but I guess I should have known that your precious plumber wouldn’t let you go off to fight my big scary monster alone.”  

“I swear, Bowceit,” Roman growled, glaring up at his nemesis. “If you lay a  _finger_  on him…”  

“Oh, you won’t have to worry about that, my dear prince,” Bowceit said with a wicked grin. “He’ll be perfectly safe… _if_  you cooperate.”  

Roman grit his teeth, wanting nothing more than to punch the stupid snake halfway to his castle, but even if he was strong enough to fight, he couldn’t risk Bowceit hurting Virgil. 

“Promise me,” he insisted, not wanting to give in until he ensured his love’s safety.  

“I promise,” Bowceit said, but Roman shook his head.  

“Swear to me that he won’t be harmed. Swear it on your children.”  

Bowceit sighed, rolling his eyes, but he agreed.

“I swear on my children, that if you come quietly and do as you’re told, I won’t hurt your precious little plumber.”  

Roman took a deep breath, then nodded, raising his hands in surrender. Bowceit’s minions wasted no time in swarming him, forcing his hands behind his back and wrapping ropes around his wrists before dragging him up the ladder to Bowceit’s airship. Roman kept his eyes glued on Virgil the entire time. Kamek Koopa had finally lowered him back onto the ship deck, but he was still unconscious, and a nasty lump had begun to form where he’d hit his head protecting Roman from Petey Piranha’s attack. 

He couldn’t help the tears that formed in the corners of his eyes at the sight of Virgil lying still and helpless before him. 

“Aw, don’t cry, my little prince,” Bowceit cooed, and Roman tore his gaze away from Virgil to glare at the snake. “After all, there shouldn’t be tears on one’s wedding day.” 

———

Virgil woke up to the sound of raised voices  and jostling bodies. His head was throbbing in time with his heartbeat, sending waves of pain across his entire body. He felt something cold and metal press up against him, and he opened his eyes just in time to see a cage door slam in his face.

“-won’t be able to breathe!” the voice shouting cried, and with a start Virgil realized it was Roman speaking, a desperate edge to his tone. “Please, you can’t, you promised you wouldn’t hurt him!”  

Virgil tried to reach for Roman’s voice, peering through the bars of his prison,  but the cage he’d been squeezed inside was so tiny he could barely move. When he shifted his weight, he felt the whole thing sway, as though it was suspended from the ceiling, and he froze.

“Roman?” he called, hating how small and helpless his voice sounded, and through the thick bars of the cage he managed to see his prince arguing with Bowceit, gesturing as emphatically as he could with his wrists tied in front of him. 

“Virgil!” Roman gasped, and he moved forward, but Bowceit raised his hand and the floor underneath Virgil’s cage slid away to reveal a pit of lava. Roman froze, his eyes flicking back and forth between Virgil and the lava.  

“I promised not to hurt him,” Bowceit agreed, his voice unusually low and threatening, “as long as  _you_  come quietly and do as you’re told. And right now you’re dangerously close to breaking your end of the bargain.” 

Roman stared desperately at Virgil, and even as panic due to his tight surroundings threatened to overtake his senses, Virgil felt a stab of anger towards Bowceit. Was no blow too low for him to take? Apparently not, as Bowceit snapped his fingers and the cage suddenly rose further into the air. Virgil yelped, his heart pounding in his chest, and he saw Roman’s eyes widen, his neck craning up in a frantic attempt to keep Virgil in his sights.

“Now, I think that puts a finishing touch on our wedding decorations, don’t you?” Bowceit asked sweetly, and Roman could only nod helplessly while Bowceit chuckled to himself. 

_In for four. Hold for seven. Out for eight. Just breathe, Virgil, come on,_ he thought, squeezing his eyes shut and wrapping his arms around himself. 

“Now that the chapel’s done, I say it’s time you got into your wedding suit, darling,” Bowceit declared, and with another snap of his fingers, the koopas dragged Roman out of the room to be changed for the ceremony.  

Virgil peeked out from under his arms to make sure he was alone, then reached into his pocket where he’d felt something squish when he’d been pushed into the cage. It was difficult to maneuver in the small space, but after a moment he managed to pull it out and examine it. 

One fire flower that had yet to be used from their battle with Petey Piranha. 

Virgil clenched the powerup in his fists, gritted his teeth, and waited. 

——— 

Roman tried his best to keep his head held high as he was dragged down the aisle of the wedding chapel. Even if he was being forced to do this, it didn’t have to actually mean anything. He’d never let the snake break him down completely. He could sit through whatever hell Bowceit put him through if it meant keeping Virgil safe. He glanced up at the cage hanging from the ceiling. Virgil was sitting very still, watching the wedding processional with those large brown eyes that Roman could lose himself for hours in. 

Their gazes met, and Roman forced a smile. He could do this. He could be brave, if not for himself, then for Virgil. The koopa pulling him along gave a harsh tug to the rope wrapped around his wrists and he stumbled, turning his attention back the ground…and what was waiting for him at the end of the aisle. He glared as he was positioned carefully in front of the alter. The koopa took a moment to make sure he was in just the right spot, then bent down and tied his ankles together, nodding to Bowceit when he was finished.

“You never leave anything up to chance, do you?” Roman grumbled, knowing that he was standing on a trapdoor that would send him down into Bowceit’s dungeons at the pull of a lever.  

“I’ve taken care of  _one_ nuisance already,” Bowceit replied, gesturing at Virgil above the lava pit. “But the other one is still out there. It never hurts to be prepared for yet another half-baked rescue attempt.” 

“Virgil is  _not_  a nuisance,” Roman growled, leaning forward. “He’s smart and strong and brave and kind and wonderful. He’s sharper than a sword and more dazzling than the stars and he is  _ten times_  the man that you will  _ever_ be.”  

“Yes,” Bowceit growled, leaning forward as well until the two were nose to nose. He let his hand hover above the lever that Roman knew would send Virgil’s cage plummeting into the lava. “And if you wish for him to  _remain_  that way, you will read your vows.” 

Roman glared at his captor, but then he glanced up at Virgil and he sighed. 

“I, Prince Roman of Sarasaland, do hereby take King Bowceit to be my lawfully wedded husband.”  

——— 

“I, Prince Roman of Sarasaland-” 

Now. 

“- do hereby take King Bowceit-” 

All of Bowceit’s attention was focused on Roman, who had begun reciting the wedding vows. 

“-to be my lawfully wedded husband.” 

It was time. 

“To have and to hold-” 

Virgil opened his palm, and let his body absorb the power of the fire flower he had hidden there. He wrapped his right hand around one of the bars on his cage, then stuck his left out as far as it would go. He only would have one shot with the element of surprise on his side, so he had to make it count. 

“-to…to love and to cherish-”  

_Not if I have anything to say about it, bitch,_ Virgil thought, and he took aim. 

“-in sickness and in health-”  

Virgil fired off two shots in rapid succession. 

Roman yelped in surprise as two fireballs flew down, striking him at his wrists and ankles. The force sent him tumbling backwards, but he caught himself as the fire burned through his ropes, leaving his hands free. 

“ _WHAAAT?”_  Bowceit roared, and he spun around to see Virgil shoot off three more fireballs, two at the koopas who were rushing forward to try and grab Roman and one at Bowceit himself. “YOU PATHETIC LITTLE PLUMBER!” Bowceit roared as he dodged Virgil’s attack, and his hand flew to the release lever for his cage. “YOU HAVE DISRUPTED MY PLANS FOR THE LAST TIME!”  

“ _VIRGIL!”_ Roman screamed, rushing forward, but it was too late.  

Bowceit pulled the lever, plunging Virgil down to a fiery death. 

In theory. 

In Virgil’s time alone, he’d examined his cage as much as possible, and discovered that the floor was designed to drop away beneath him, presumably to send him to his death if Roman misbehaved. But the cage itself was anchored by a chain to a pulley system, probably so that Bowceit wouldn’t have to build a new delivery mechanism every time he felt the need to dramatically execute somebody.

While Bowceit shouted, Virgil reached up with his left hand and grabbed onto the bar that he still held in his right. When the lever was pulled and the floor dropped from under him, he was left hanging from the cage bars like a trapeze artist. 

Like a very  _pissed off_ trapeze artist. 

Virgil started swinging back and forth, building up momentum and firing a few more fireballs down towards Bowceit for good measure, though at this point Roman had the koopa king engaged in hand to hand combat that, despite Roman’s recent battle fatigue, he seemed to be winning by sheer force of will alone. 

Once Virgil had built up enough momentum, he let go of the cage at the peak of its arc, sailing over the lava pit below him and landing directly behind Bowceit. Before the snake even had time to turn around, Virgil grabbed him by the tail and spun him around, slamming him into the altar with a satisfying * _thud_ *. 

“Virgil!” Roman cried again, but this time, it was with joy. The two rushed towards each other, practically flying into each others arms. Roman buried his face in Virgil’s neck, and suddenly he found whatever strength he had left was drained away in his relief.  

“Oh, my poor Stormcloud,” he gasped, tears pricking at the back of his eyes. “Are you alright? Are you hurt?”  

“I’m fine, Roman,” Virgil laughed, but the sound was strained, and Roman knew Virgil was just as relived as he was. “Are you…” 

“I’m okay,” Roman answered, and he pressed a kiss to Virgil’s neck. “I’m okay, thanks to you, Stormcloud.”  

Virgil let out a shuddered sigh, and Roman rocked the two of them back and forth, giving them a moment to take comfort in each other. 

After a moment, Virgil drew back, and took Roman’s hands in his, carefully examining them. 

“Are your wrists-”  

“They’ll be alright,” Roman laughed, examining the slight burns on his wrist. “Though next time, maybe come up with a rescue plan that  _doesn’t_  involve  _shooting me_  with a  _fireflower?_ ”  

“You’re one to talk, Mr. I’m-going-to-treat-this-bullet-bill-like-a-baseball-and-my sword-like-a-bat,” Virgil said, swatting Roman’s shoulder playfully.  

“ _That_  was  _deflecting_  an  _enemy_ projectile!” Roman insisted. “You  _shot me yourself.”_  

Virgil laughed, and Roman’s heart was suddenly full to bursting with just how much he  _loved_  this boy. 

“Okay,” Virgil said, smirking.  “Maybe it wasn’t the  _best_   _strategic move_.” 

Roman made an offended sound, and Virgil laughed again, but he suddenly took both of Roman’s hands in his, staring into his eyes.  

“But…I had to protect you,” he whispered, and Roman’s heart became, if possible, even fuller.  

“Thank you, my knight,” he said, leaning his forehead against Virgil’s. Virgil blushed. 

“You’re welcome, my prince.”  

The two leaned closer, but before they could close the space between them, the doors to the chapel behind them burst open. 

“LISTEN HERE, YOU SNAKE-FACED BITCH-” Logan stopped dead in his tracks when he realized that Bowceit was out cold on the floor and that Roman and Virgil were standing in the middle of the room, unharmed. “Oh.”  

“Logan!” Virgil cried in delight, and Logan wasted no time in pulling his little brother into a hug. 

“You’re alright,” Logan sighed, clearly relieved. “I was worried I wouldn’t make it to you in time.”  

“If it weren’t for Virgil here, you wouldn’t have,” Roman admitted. Now that the whole ordeal was over, he realized that he had come frighteningly close to actually marrying Bowceit. He shuddered, and Logan nodded sympathetically.  

“Well, I must admit that I am pleased to find that my rescuing services were, for once, not needed.” He gestured to the door. “I suggest we go, Patton will likely turn half his palace into a bakery if we do not return soon.” 

Virgil laughed, and slid his hand into Roman’s as the three of them began walking back towards home. 

“I wouldn’t mind, honestly. Patton’s sweets are the best.”  

“Indeed they are,” Roman agreed. “Though I must admit I do feel bad knowing that he’s baking them because he’s worried about us.”  

“Extremely worried,” Logan agreed. “He had half a mind to come with me, but I insisted that he stayed behind for his own safety.” 

“There, you  _see_ Virgil!” Roman exclaimed. “ _Patton_ listens when his boyfriend tells him to stay home and be safe. And  _his_  boyfriend isn’t even a prince! No offense, Logan,” he hastily added, but Logan just rolled his eyes.  

“Well, it’s a  _good thing_  I don’t listen,” Virgil fired right back. “Or you’d find yourself married to Bowceit right about now, or worse.”  

“Which you wouldn’t have even been able to stop if you’d gotten killed by that bullet bill!” Roman insisted. “Or if I hadn’t agreed to marry him in the first place, you wouldn’t have been able to stop the wedding, because Bowceit would have thrown you off his airship!”  

Virgil was quiet for a moment, and Roman shook his head, trying to clear it of the memory of Virgil unconscious, lying limp and helpless to Bowceit’s whim. 

“Well then,” Virgil said, his voice soft. “It’s a good thing that I have such a lovely, brave,  _wonderful_  prince to protect me.”  

Roman smiled, and took Virgil’s other hand, turning so they were facing each other. 

“And I wouldn’t be such a brave and wonderful prince without my dark and stormy knight to protect  _me.”_  

Virgil smiled too, and leaned up, gazing into Roman’s eyes. 

“I guess we’ll just have to protect each other then.”  

Roman leaned down and finally closed the gap between them, pressing their lips together in a long, sweet kiss. 

“I guess we will.”  


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